The Neverborn is the name that daemons give to themselves, a title that captures their strange and terrible nature. Unlike the creatures of the material universe, they were never truly born and can never truly die, for they are not beings of flesh but crystallised fragments of raw emotion drawn from the Warp.
Every daemon is a splinter of its patron god's essence given shape and purpose, from the lowliest gibbering horror to the mightiest Greater Daemon. Because their existence is woven from immaterial energy rather than physical matter, they experience time and identity in ways no mortal can comprehend. A Neverborn slain in the material realm is not destroyed but merely banished, its essence dispersing back into the Warp to slowly coalesce once more.
The Neverborn regard the physical universe with a mixture of hunger and contempt. It is a place they can enter only with difficulty, requiring a host to possess, a weakening of reality to exploit, or a tide of bloodshed and worship to carry them across the veil. Yet they covet it endlessly, for material existence offers sensations their native realm cannot. To the servants of the Dark Gods, summoning the Neverborn is the highest and most perilous of sacraments.